Somebody gave you a year.
Put the code in and it is yours. There is no payment and nothing to cancel.
A GIFT
A full year of Innerfolk, already paid for.
Your email is how the question arrives each morning. Nobody reads what you write, including the person who gave you this.
It is yours.
Check your email — there is a link in it to set up your first question. It takes about two minutes and then we leave you alone until tomorrow morning.
IN CASE NOBODY EXPLAINED
One question a morning. A few lines.
Innerfolk asks you one written question each day, chosen for the chapter of life you are actually in rather than generated at random. You answer in a few lines. There is no streak to break and nothing scores you.
At the end of the year, what you wrote is typeset and bound into a book — the question above each answer, and the date you wrote it.
Today’s question
What are you pretending doesn’t bother you anymore?
Start anywhere.
This is what arrives tomorrow morning.
THE THINGS PEOPLE ASK
Three answers, quickly.
Can the person who gave me this read it?
No. Nobody can, including us. Your writing is stored in a file of its own and nobody at Innerfolk has read a word of it. They are told that you redeemed it and nothing else, ever.
Will I be charged?
No. Not now and not at the end. This is a prepaid year. A month before it runs out we will ask once whether you want to carry on, and if you ignore us it simply stops.
What if I miss days?
Nothing happens. No streak, no badge, no email asking where you have been. Miss a month and the next question arrives the same as always.
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